Category: Miz Q
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2 Nov: NovPAD Day 2
I. (Miz Quickly’s Rainman) It’s Just Another Tale (except the moss is true) There’s a man scraping mossoff the roof in balls the size ofcantaloupe, and his voice fillsthe air with a flat tone songin a foreign language, a songhe probably learned from hisgrandpa, who learned it fromhis grandpa dot.dot.and.so.on,or from his grandma with herample…
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1.11.22: NovPAD Day 1
I. (for Miz Quickly)Two Oldies in a Luke Warm House To begin we are not poor,but in these times,we live as though we are. It’s morning.I turn on the heating, a mere half hour, and make coffee, it warms from the inside out. We exchange greetings.Good mornings.Enquire about sleep. We speak softly in the quiver…
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31 Oct: Q30.10
Demon Kitty You there, kitty,master of yourselfand thin disguise, testy as a sudden claw,nightmare slowand quick as crime. Oh demon kitty,without a word, why are your eyes so icy cold. for Miz Quickly’s “Scary Kitty” – AI digital art ©Misky 2022, Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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29 October: It’s Like (Q29.10)
IT’S LIKE It’s like the man who goes too deep in the woods, and overdoses on trees, or the man who won’t part with his right boot ’cause one day he’ll find the other one that he lost, or the husband who eats luminous seaweed, and believes that he’ll shine for her all night, or…
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29 October: Q29.10
Imagine That The woodpecker is back.Where, he says.In the birch tree, I say. He rises from his chair,and groans as his backfalls back into place. Where, he says.It just flew into Nigel’s garden, I say. Nigel’s never home – so we can’t very well call it Nigel’s, he says. Okay then, Carol’s garden. Carol’s only…
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28 October: The Edge of Books
The Edge of Books Turn and turn the page,twice then thrice, this book and Ihave the night alone. Pages talk from yesterday,when the sea called the child in me,and the universeopened like a distant beach where aye, a ship can sinkin waves white and ankle-deep. And what were those last three magic words right before…
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21 August: That Old Photo
Note: this is pure fiction based on an image at Café of Imaginary Dreams. That Old Photo: Ekphrastic Prose On the right is Jeff. Granny S named him after Jefferson. Not that Jefferson. Jefferson Street, where she worked as a waitress on Saturday afternoons, where Grandpa S always came in for his regular burger with…
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16.1.22 Sunday Muse
ALWAYS REMEMBER RULE #1,023 I need glasses. The ones on your nose. In front of your eyes. To see stuff, though most of it’s quite forgettable. But there’s no equivalent for forgetfulness. The proof is hypotenuse – I’ve forgotten everything about it. Well, almost. I do remember it’s nothing to do with peridot-green moss on…
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Q16: A Robin in the Lambing Shed
THE LAMBING SHED There’s a pearled songwaiting at the endof its willow reed. Up there is a robin in the raftersof the lambing shed. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 16 To include these: One verb of motion; Two adverbs; a gemstone; A tree; A type of building; An animal. Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on…
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Day 16: Negative
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME There’s no rolling creditsand no music swelling.This is no Land of Oz,but still, she says, “There’s no place like home,” She wears plain black shoes,no use for ruby slippers here,not on this farm with hensthat lay grey eggs. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 15: Negatives . Photo by Finn Mund on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with…
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